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The Makeover (Shorter still... uhm but the reason is making costumes=difficult)

Chapter 4

                Abigail met Thor, Iris, and John back at the food compartment. The two adults ushered the tributes outside of the train. To their surprise the other tributes were already on the platform. The only one’s missing where twelve.

                “We wait here for the twelve tributes, then all twenty four of you will make your way together to the hotel.” John said. Luckily it wasn’t long until twelve came, only a matter of minutes really. They pulled into the station and left the train. The twenty four tributes were silently herded out of the station. Lining up by district they left the train station, for the short walk to the hotel. None of them expected to be bombarded by flashing lights and hundreds of screaming capitol citizens.

                Abigail gasped as she exited the station. The sea of people was so bright she felt as if she needed to cover her eyes. Up ahead she could see Xayn smiling brightly, high fiving many girls along his way. In fact nearly all the tributes from one and two were bubbly and excited, smiling to the crowd. Except for Mitchell of course, he just walked on. Leading the line of tributes, eye’s faced forward.  Most of the other tributes just gave weak smiles, or looked at the floor. Trying to ignore the crowds. Some were friendlier than others, but no one stood out like Zuzannia. She practically growled at the crowd, glaring every single one of them down. It seemed as if she wanted to make eye contact with everyone. Abigail simply stuck with watching the tributes. The way she saw it, that crowd has nothing to do with her, the tributes did. Don’t forget the sponsors. A little voice in the back of her head said, but she was quick to ignore it. Pleasing the capitol can’t take too much effort.

                The twenty four kids reached the hotel and were each taken to a separate floor, based on their district. Abigail and Thor had the fun time of going up eleven floors in an elevator. It again was new machinery to Abigail, and it simply marveled her how it opened up on a different floor then where it began. The motion at the beginning had nearly made her lose her footing. She had certainly heard of them before but using one had never been an experience she had received. Once they reached their floor, they quickly ate.

                John gave them the run through once more of what would happen tomorrow before finally sending them off to bed. Another restless night for Abigail.

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                Abigail’s door flew open the next morning. Abigail, being Abigail, didn’t react. She stayed as still as possible, hoping the person, whomever it was, would just go away and let her sleep. She had no such luck.

                “Abby deary wake up!” A new voice squeaked. Sticking with the original plan, Abigail didn’t move. “Oh dear, is she okay?” The voice said. No, I’m not, I’m asleep! Footsteps came closer to Abigail, until two cold figures were pressed against her neck. Shocked by the cold Abigail flailed off her bed, landing in a hump of sheets on the floor. “Abby honey are you okay?”

                “Uhnngggg” Abigail murmured. She was too close for comfort to lashing out at the entire room in a hurtling ball of fury.

                “We’re your make over team deary! We need to get started straight away!” The voice said. Suddenly time seemed to stop, Abigail remembered where she was. Her eyes flew open and she finally took in the people in her room. There was one woman, who she presumed to be older but it was really hard to tell with these capitol people, then two younger women and a man standing behind her. They were all thin to a sickening point, with makeup of all colors plastered on their face. Their hair held so much hairspray, Abigail was actually tempted to touch it and see if her hand would stick. “So Abby why don’t you get up for us!” She insisted, although there was a severity behind her voice, and for some reason the long fingernails seemed more like weapons to Abigail. Cautiously, Abigail nodded and climbed to her feet. “Good good! Let’s get started right away! Go sit in that chair why don’t you!”